Sat 2.30 am, joined the fire brigade

At some point during the evening out with Pontus, I started talking to a fireman. Somewhat drunken Marie obviously told him that she’s never seen the inside of a fire station. Things like fire engines are like sweets for my inner freak, the one obsessed with how things are built and how they work.

Thomas the Fireman, who understood that a life cannot be complete without going inside a fire station, brought me over, at 2.30 am, for a private tour! I’m glad I had my camera or you would never have believed me.
Talk about a highlight to my journey! Beats Gstaad and Russian lesbians any day!